I woke up this morning somewhat dreading my long run. There wasn't a blizzards worth of snow, but if the roads were as bad as they were, i was slightly concerned about the path...when you consider my exceptional ability to fall over on a daily basis, i am sure you can understand. Getting my car out of it's spot was a nightmare in itself. I hate HATE HATE scraping ice from my car. The sound, the cold, my lame spaghetti arms doing a piss poor job of removing anything....the whole thing blows. When i got their, the groups were a little sparse, but a fair amount of people still showed up. Once we got going, the path was actually a little crowded for how narrow it was because of all the snow. Parts of it were actually clear (which is amazing, considering my street still isn't plowed...) the amount of crazy people out there running always amazes me.
After our 8 miles, i was in a huge rush to get out of there to grab Matt and get the puppy. The only problem was, My car was stuck! Like, real stuck....why did i think the versa was a good choice for the midwest winters?? It took me forever to dig out my tires and rock back and forth enough to make a path to escape.
Matt was rarin' to go as soon as i got home, so i changed and we hit the road for Michigan. The weather in Chicago still sucked, but was beautiful on the Michigan side. The ride home with waffles, and the first night with her were terrible (in the expected way) And Matt and i are exhausted....(him more than me, that trooper slept by her crate last night! But here's what you really came for...Pictures of waffles!! (I apologize in advance because there will be a terrifying amount of pictures in the coming days, and these pictures are pretty bad, because i suck at photography as you probably already guessed!